I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Cantreira smiled and said, "However, if it's really as you say, then as long as you come into contact with people who also have a devout faith in the Lord, you should be able to enter Sonora, right?"

"Maybe?" Duanmu Yan's tone was uncertain.

"In that case, why not give it a try now?" Cantrella's lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation. "Isn't there a perfect candidate right in front of you?"

The family of Fesari, the true saint, the resonator of the Lord of Ages—although Cantrela has forgotten her memories of resonance, there is no doubt that her connection with the Lord of Ages is far deeper than that of most people.

Duanmu Yan was slightly taken aback, a little embarrassed: "This... isn't that a bit inappropriate? I mean... is there any kind of drug that can temporarily enhance resonance?"

“Not only do I have drugs that enhance resonance, but I also have drugs that enhance other aspects.” Cantrell moved closer to him, her slender wrist gently tugging at his sleeve, her whole body almost pressed against him, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Since both methods work, why not try them together? You might be surprised by the results."

……

……

at the same time.

Laguna.

"Second Miss, everything has been prepared as you instructed," the subordinate reported respectfully, bowing his head.

"Yes, you may leave now." Koleta rose gracefully from her chair and walked to the window, letting the afternoon sunlight outline her beautiful figure.

She lazily stretched out her arms, like a cat just waking up from a deep sleep, with a touch of innocent naiveté.

With the family affairs temporarily settled, she had nothing to do for the next few days.

"Oh, right." The girl suddenly remembered something and picked up the terminal next to her. "Let's have lunch with Cat's Eye Stone today. I heard the new restaurant on Bank Street is pretty good."

With that thought in mind, she lightly tapped her finger and dialed Duanmu Yan's number.

However, all she received in response was a cold, busy tone that echoed in the empty room.

"What's going on?" the girl asked, puzzled. "Haven't they gotten up yet?"

"Never mind, I don't have anything to do at noon anyway, I'll go back and take a look."

Volume 1: Chapter 147 This is definitely not an aphrodisiac

"So, Miss Cantrella, you drank this medicine..."

"Is it really okay?"

study.

Duanmu Yan gently held the cup containing the light purple liquid in his hand, swirling it slightly, his gaze falling on the liquid with a hint of probing.

He gently brought the cup close to his nose and took a light sniff.

The liquid emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance that lingered around the nose. Although the source of the fragrance was unknown, it inexplicably brought a sense of peace.

"Are you questioning the legacy of the Fesari family?" Cantrella sat gracefully beside him, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, a smile that held an elusive meaning that was hard to decipher.

"Don't worry. This medicine won't harm your body at all. It will only put you into a very peaceful sleep, like being enveloped by soft clouds and drifting into a sweet dream."

"I don't doubt that..."

Duanmu Yan frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He was not doubting the legacy of the Fesari family, but he was worried that after drinking this medicine, he might be dominated by Xiao Yishan Er'er [9 (two) heads, and eventually, unable to control himself, he would have deep contact with Cantrela.

After all, Duanmu Yan was quite worried about her current behavior.

even though……

Even if that happens, I wouldn't be considered to have suffered a loss.

"Could it be that you suspect I would drug you and then do something improper to you?" Cantrella frowned slightly, her tone tinged with a subtle reproach.

"Oh dear, such suspicion is truly heartbreaking. In your eyes, am I such a despicable woman? Don't forget, as the head of the Fesalie family, I also have my own pride and dignity. How could I resort to such despicable means?"

"Although I do have feelings for you, it's based on mutual affection—I will make you genuinely like me, not through these underhanded means."

"Besides, wasn't this idea yours? While you're asleep, stay with me and see if you can resonate with the stone slab and step into the sealed Sonora."

"Alas, good intentions have been misinterpreted as malice. In that case, we, the Lingyi Sanlin, shall seek another solution regarding this matter."

After saying this, Cantrela sighed softly and slowly reached out her slender hand to take back the bottle of secret medicine.

Seeing this, Duanmu Yan secretly regretted it: What's wrong with me? How could I doubt Cantrela? She is a true saint, silently guarding that faint flame of hope for the future of Laguna.

She shoulders a heavy responsibility that is hard for ordinary people to imagine, and endures endless torment and pressure. How could I so easily doubt her determination and character?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cantrella. I was overthinking it."

Seeing Cantrella so heartbroken and dejected, Duanmu Yan steeled himself, picked up the secret medicine in his cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, as if to prove his trust and determination with his actions.

"That's more like it." Cantrella smiled with satisfaction as she watched him drink the secret medicine in his cup in one gulp.

Then, she gently patted her full, soft thighs: "Come on, lie down. A lap pillow for the head of the Fesalie family is not something just anyone can enjoy—you are a unique exception."

After what had just happened, Duanmu Yan completely let down his guard against Cantrela and, without the slightest hesitation, comfortably lay down on her warm and soft thighs.

However, in a short while, a strong drowsiness washed over him like a tide, gradually engulfing him.

It's probably the secret medicine that's working.

"I'm suddenly so sleepy..." Duanmu Yan yawned, his voice growing softer and softer, "Miss Cantrella, I'm counting on you from now on."

"Sleep well. I'll stay by your side the whole time." Cantrell gently stroked Duanmu Yan's smooth, black hair, her light purple eyes gleaming with a faint, ethereal light.

She gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and just as Duanmu Yan was about to fall into a deep sleep, she slowly lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Also, let me tell you a secret: I was actually lying to you just now."

"I never deliberately shy away from those so-called 'despicable' methods."

"So, just look forward to what's about to happen."

Duanmu Yan's eyes widened slightly for a moment, trying to grasp the last bit of clarity in the impending darkness, but in the end, he could not resist the overwhelming sleepiness. His eyelids slowly drooped down, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Is he already asleep?" Cantrela blinked, looking at Duanmu Yan who was fast asleep, a gentle smile gradually spreading across her lips.

She parted her lips slightly, about to say something, but was abruptly interrupted by the alarm clock that suddenly rang from the terminal that Duanmu Yan had placed on the table.

"Oh?" Cantrera raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "It's Koleta again. How come she always manages to pick the perfect moment when he and I are alone?"

She looked at Koleta's communication request on the screen, about to hang up, when a wicked thought suddenly popped into her mind.

“This is a rare opportunity.” Cantrell’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Then let’s make this game even more interesting.”

After saying that, she reached out and picked up Duanmu Yan's terminal, skillfully turned on the camera function, pointed the lens at Duanmu Yan who was fast asleep on her lap, and at her own proud breasts that inadvertently occupied half of the frame, and gently pressed the shutter to freeze the scene.

Then, she tapped her finger and sent the photo to Koleta, along with a message.

【It's nap time now, Miss, could you please not disturb us?】

Yes, it is like that.

After doing all this, Cantrellella calmly placed the terminal back in its original position.

So what will happen next?

She was looking forward to it.

even though……

This might be too impolite to Duanmu Yan.

But who can blame us when reality is so cruel?

For the future of the Fesalie family, and for the future of Laguna, she would not let any opportunity slip by.

not to mention……

"Who made you so outstanding?"

Cantrell lowered her head and gently poked Duanmu Yan's handsome face, which was still beautiful even in his sleep, with her slender index finger, and said softly.

“I’m not going to just hand you over to someone else like that. You already have so many female confidantes around you—not just in Laguna, but also in Seven Hills.”

"If that's the case, why not let me join this interesting 'competition'?"

Volume 1: Chapter 148 A Brutal Battlefield

Floro sat on the sofa in the living room, his expression as still as a pool of water, illuminating the empty room.

From the moment Duanmu Yan pushed open the door and left, she remained sitting there—there was no rustling of turning pages, no glimmer of light from fingertips tracing the screen, and she even breathed softly, as if afraid of disturbing the lingering scent of him in the air.

The girl was already used to this kind of waiting.

Those long, quiet times were like fine sand slowly slipping through my fingers; far from being torment, they became a secret pleasure.

After all, when the whole world falls silent, even your heartbeat becomes a melody that resonates with someone.

—If it were the same her from the past, still holding onto hope, perhaps that would indeed be the case.

But now, this waiting has long lost its guise of anticipation, and has degenerated into a kind of...

Habit?

The current Floro no longer dares to fabricate hopes that might burst like bubbles.

She learned to close her heart tightly, letting expectations melt away in silence.

I'm a little hungry.

The girl's slender fingers unconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

—It wasn’t just hunger, but her body was subtly reminding her that she was still “alive” in this world, and that to “live” one had to follow the rules of the world, such as eating.

Logically speaking, Floro is now a half-dead elephant, half-human being, teetering on the edge of life and death.

She didn't need to rely on food to replenish the energy that had long since stopped flowing.

However, she would still choose to eat, only to prevent her soul from completely losing the instincts and warmth of being human.

That's why Floro isn't picky about the taste of food.

Although she still prefers foods that stimulate her taste buds.

It is that kind of stimulation that makes them feel truly "alive".

"So……"

Floro slowly raised her eyes, her cool gaze sweeping across the quiet living room like a gentle breeze, finally settling on the refrigerator standing quietly in the kitchen.

"I remember he said there was food in the fridge, right?"

The girl rose gently, her steps languid and casual, and strolled into the kitchen.

She reached out and slowly opened the refrigerator door, her gaze briefly sweeping over the food inside. Then, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured softly, "Let me see what's inside..."

"Meat? Too greasy."

"Seafood? It's not fresh anymore."

"Cucumber? That's too bland."

"Aren't there any foods that are more sour or astringent?"

Floro stood in front of the refrigerator for a long time before finally closing the door gently.

"In that case, let's order something else."

"Anyway...didn't that guy say we could just put the bill in his name?"

"Then let's order a green laurel salad."

Although it was a holy communion of the religious order, Floro also quite liked it because of its unique taste.

She really liked this sour and astringent food—a food that most people, except for those on a weight loss diet, wouldn't even look at, let alone eat.

……

……

Koleta stood in front of the door, staring down at the terminal in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly involuntarily.

She had already called Duanmu Yan several times, but all she heard was a monotonous busy tone.

This is so unusual.

Duanmu Yan always replied to her messages instantly. It was almost unthinkable in their relationship for him to be unable to answer several calls in a row like this.